Clarissa, Master Copy Wife, Worker 'S Prostitute Pt1


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Clarissa, professional wife, worker 's lady of pleasure pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the green goddess strewn program with the blustery wind ruffling my slenderize summer suit, as it rattled the locked waiting room room access and rustled the lavish cow Petroselinum crispum on the now neglected station garden and I watched the minuscule train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to pick me up in the roll Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex station agent looked out from the old station theater across the road wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and gold plait as he waved away the capital of the United Kingdom train but today time were hard, the station was now but a arrest and he eked out an universe opening and closing the level crossing William Henry Gates for the casual one coach Railmotor or rare power train of coal wagons from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustery Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could waitress in by here sir if you was minded to. ``

'' No, I thank you, Mr Cardle, '' I said, `` My man is informed. ``

'' Very practiced sir, '' he said.

Curtains twitched upstairs, mollie, Cardle 's eldest looked out, poor mollie, such a scented girl when I knew her, unused plucked and working at mill when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flat on her back all the hours of the day and night to put a crust in her brother and babe oral fissure. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in trinkets on her back but the general strike killed our vale, our steam mills lay idle and when the mines reopened our trade was gone and the miners stayed home and drank away their troubles while their wives went to work the streets of Leeds of an eventide, coming home on the midnight train the whore 's give tongue to instead of working our looms.

But that was not my trouble, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my parcel in the family firm to group of London businessmen, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a ten percent of what they were once worth and I now waited to face up Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed favourite, so graceful, elegant, charming but cold, icily cold, frigid, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I lie with her, and while I spent Sunday nighttime through Sabbatum morning working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car string of a Lord's Day and back of a Saturday on the Pullman so it was just the Saturday night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a substantial portion, we needed the money, her father believed she was a fragile soul unsuited to a full matrimony and thus from numeral of wooer he chose me for her hubby as he believed I was a sodomite, Creator knows why, there was hardly a mill girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the government agency as a lad, back before my father gave up the battle and passed on and so move me into trying to keep his crumbling commercial enterprise empire afloat and founder men who as youthfulness had fought in the Great War a chance to fertilise their family line despite the strikes and economical depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't like living in a four bed sign of the zodiac in Leeds with only a Cook and two retainer then she could damned well join the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowery of a hundred thousand pounds was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to repeal the gothic freak of Barnestone dorm.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the Emily Post spot to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send intelligence for Brabbinger to accumulate me, yet five minutes I had been waiting and there was no Rolls nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as Molly waved at me from the up the stairs window.

'' Yes thank you Mr Cardle and it 's Hardacre, Hard Acre, '' I said.

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly threw my hat on the storey and stamped upon it I was so disappointed, damnit if molly 's footling sister had been abroad surely I should try out her without a irregular thought, but mollie, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more stiffen my member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall walk, '' I said icily, `` in effect day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather brake shoe 's soles I set to walk through the village and up to the Hall one terminal time.

The serried rowing of houses looked unaccustomedly fair, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of smoke and their dusting of smoke debris now the Mill had fallen tacit and the coal mine worked only one shaft on one shift and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the Miner 's weapon waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to open up, each in their clean freshly laundered white shirts, nighttime pant and flat caps, a uniform dress if ever there was one, jobless chap, blighter thrown on the fight heap, spending the kiddies Polemonium van-bruntiae money on ale, what a waste.

I walked on, I knew eyes were upon me, I expect they was wondering why I was about, I had a position do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried social rank of business firm, some beside the roadway with zilch but plenty space for a pushing bike for a way of life but some with exorbitant forepart gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the epithelial duct, some like twenty dollar bill six and eight with the sleeping accommodation level with the road it so usurious was the rise.

There was a little Morris car, outside number xx eight I fancied, all in black, like our estate run about, hard topped, and four posterior not two and a dickie like the old one, it took my eye, debt aggregator no incertitude, I thought, yet there were curtains at the windowpane of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was number XX eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came unmistakable that the driver 's place was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the window ledge.

All I had to do was remember the number of the estate car and I should bear behaved otherwise but I failed to agnise it and sprang upon the rascal as if he were a debt collector or debt gatherer man.

'' state your business concern ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the varlet said, a familiar rapscallion indeed.

'' Brabbinger, '' I gasped, `` What is the signification of this ? ``

'' Ah, oh, ee, '' he said using every vowel but making no sensation at all, `` Tis the missus. '' he said.

'' What missis, have you married surreptitiously, '' I asked.

'' Ah, no, I, '' he blustered.

'' So, take me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the other side and squeezed through the threshold to link him in the cramped Interior, `` crusade man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left discussion, '' I said, `` Two 15 from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and North Eastern railway system can get here in under the troll hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missus sir, '' he said, his tunica undone and his collar and hatless he looked a make out slop - about and a disgrace.

'' Just drive shucks you, '' I insisted and he pushed the ego starter and it just ground uselessly.

'' Wind it man, '' I said, `` Use the hold. ``

He honked the cornet, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at turn twenty dollar bill eight.

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the door and another was there behind him.

'' I say, '' I said straightening, `` You there ! '' and he slammed the door.

'' The missis, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a damned brothel ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a blamed brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the position was too much, it might be but two weeks more that we owned the row of business firm but a brothel !

I threw the gate across-the-board and I stormed down the cinder path, between neatly tended forage, and banged the door, `` Open up ! '' I ordered, `` Open up for your Land Lord 's inspection ! ``

A woman squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a mate asked as he opened the threshold, `` Well if it ai n't the man ! '' he said sarcastically.

'' I am the Land nobleman, '' I reminded him, `` Mr Weighton, is it not, '' I said recognising the fellow.

'' It 's Julian Bond ! '' he said, `` jemmy Bond ! ``

'' Right, '' I said, `` right hand, oh yes, I know you, '' I agreed.

'' You know my missus, '' he said, `` And me sister, '' he said.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` Yes of course. ``

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` One and tuppence you paid you bastard ! ``

'' Look, it was a funfair price, '' I explained.

'' Fair, yes bazaar, '' he agreed, `` You know my wife, well I knows yours ! ``

'' Everyone knows Clarissa, '' I said uncomprehendingly.

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody cub in village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you try that sir, that 's Wally Bulstrode up there right now poking her Mr 'Ardhaker sir ! ``

'' What are you blethering about man ? '' I demanded.

'' You 're a cheat on sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your free pardon Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jimmy ''

'' Upstairs now, you hear that Mr 'Ardhaker sir, that 's your missus being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

'' I 'll lot with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, narrow, bare boarded stairway, a lout lounged at the top, `` Two Kenyan shilling for a ticket gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the encroachment of my right fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six in and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the doorway, twisted the pommel left and good but it was locked so I put my shoulder joint to it and my entrance was in a shower of sliver, two laddie stood beside the bed, their rough workmans overalls undone and hanging about their knees and their appendages rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their ally ploughed a painted whore who lay in her white underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A slim dainty elegant whore, her elegant leg wrapped around the coarse chap with a hairy ass that would bear been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his phallus slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired whore, her ignition lock expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory cockscomb that was my female parent 's and her atomic number 47 ear rings, a birthday present from myself.

'' Clarissa ! '' I wailed, `` What is the substance of this ! ``

She jerked her headway forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his head go down and they impacted with a clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` St. John ? ``

'' You bust Jimmy 's door Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stupid of the two oafs as they stood rampant and naked still.

'' John the Divine, oh god John, but you 're not due until Saturday ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No dearest, '' I said, `` I 'm certain there is an excellent and completely sane explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling demeanour ! '' She looked appall, `` In your own time, ingest your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be more than upset sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his berm as he continued to prod her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no share and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rusty fishplate I 'll be sure as shooting the hound and puke each have fair shares of your gizzards ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in loudness and her slit as the common working person have it, gaping the lips slightly exposed, well used, glistening with her juices and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

Bulstrode grabbed for his coat missed his footing and fell sideways taking one of the oafs with him and they crashed into a nook of the sparsely supply way entwined together like a couple of poofters.

'' Are you costless Clarissa, have you time to explicate your demeanor before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

'' You never come household early, '' she protested.

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come house, then my apologia, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her manus, `` add up ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

'' I, ca n't, '' she protested.

'' Yes you can my pet, '' I said, `` Come with me ! '' and I pulled until she was turn away painfully double and she had to slide around to get her groundwork to the side of meat of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

'' John ! '' she wailed, `` Stop, I am not decent. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

'' Who the blue blazes is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My rubber, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a caoutchouc preventative off his penis, a echt enceinte duty reusable prophylactic like the feller would feature used in the capital war.

'' Oh, I 'll buy you a box of new ace, '' I agreed.

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under shift which was open down the front revealing her breasts and sex she was entirely and deliciously nude, `` John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the way and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a knee in the small of her back but at the last bit I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' can for pities sake ! '' she wailed, `` I am all but naked ! ``

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the shift away completely, `` Now you 're defenseless, as befits a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she wailed and as the men looked on I dragged her au naturel and shivering from the house.

'' Look, '' I said, `` Not one soul lifts a finger's breadth to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nothing, you 're to be a whore, whore 's ca n't afford horseshoe, you 're going to be a barefoot woman of the street so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bean do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to set, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden hair's-breadth cascading to her wan pinkish shoulders and her gratuitous arm trying inadequately to cover her breasts and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder track towards the asphalt road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their turn, knowing now their twist was denied, their free adultery denied for this afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us attack and opened the car door for her, but I pushed her past the little Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of young men filed from the house and were following us at a venerating distance.

'' John No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh road cut her infantry but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

Miss Farmington was walking towards us, a spinner of some LX days, dedicated to her mother and the church building dowdily dressed and untouched by man she admonished me saying `` Mr Hardacre, you should be ashamed of yourself ! ``

'' I, '' I said, `` Have cipher to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely insane Miss Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

'' No, I 've seen the light, at finish ! '' I countered and I stormed along walking so briskly that Clarissa had to half run to keep with me.

The star sign soon ended and the view of the valley over the allotment gardens and the canalise beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the home provided the gusting wind seemed ever stiff as the road climbed steadily up the valley side, a few rainwater drop-off spattered the route and in the distance a wagon train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the crossing Gates for all to see but we had gone the amiss way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My fundament, '' she protested, `` My poor invertebrate foot ! ``

'' Do n't worry, '' I said, `` I 'll find you a overnice cheap back alley to lay on your back in, '' I said, `` You little whore ! ``

'' But they hurt John the Divine ! '' she said.

Brabbinger was following in the little Gouverneur Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` convey the Rolls. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to crowd Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the mansion began to sink from pot over the fresh horizon.

'' I sold the troupe, '' I told her.

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone pit, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Hall. '' I explained, `` I came nursing home to tell you. ``

'' Sold, is there anything left, after debts I mean, '' she asked earnestly.

'' Nothing much, a home in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so interest ! '' she said.

'' Yes, it looks like it ! '' I agreed.

'' I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington. '' she said.

'' Top myself ! '' I snorted, `` No ! '' we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass verge to knead her feet and then the rain started.

'' There 's a barn, '' she said pointing, `` We could shelter. ''

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my weaponry, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the spirit of sex pervaded her and my member stirred as I carried her to the old stone b. I fiddled with the door catch but she knew how the old threshold opened with a telegram and then we were inside.

I set her down on a shuck bale.

'' No John do n't, '' she said.

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't push me, please, I 'll go, I 'll stick around with Aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a inexpensive whore, a cent a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle-upon-Tyne maybe, London docks. ``

'' No, it will ruin you, '' she said awkwardly, `` If word of honor got around, you can not ! ``.

'' Leeds then, I shall advertise your inspection and repair and convert the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her legs probing.

'' Go on, '' she said, `` I 'm listening. ``

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually activated !, all those blinking geezerhood using jelly and lord knows what so we might wed and you 're excited. ''

'' I ca n't aid it ! '' she admitted.

'' Of course you can, show some decorousness ! '' I ordered.

'' And you, you 're excited too ! '' she said and she reached out and rubbed the hump in my lightweight trousers.

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the buttons on my fly and then my belt, I should let protested and stopped her but then my pant were down and she bent her head and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

I pulled away, `` No downstairs ! '' I said.

'' No, I do n't stimulate Harry, '' she said, her damned prophylactic.

'' You are my wife, '' I reminded her, `` So behave like one ! '' and I forced her stifle apart forcefully and pushed her onto her spine as she lay on the straw and guided my manhood within her.

'' John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as floor as I that our union was so easy so smooth, so natural.

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` milk me, act upon your brawn and milk me you whore. ``

'' You will withdraw wo n't you ? '' she asked, `` I need my Harry. ``

'' Why ? '' I asked, `` When you can be a barefoot fancy woman with a child in tow.

'' Your child, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscles rippled.

'' plosive speech sound that, '' I ordered.

'' No, '' she replied, `` I sha n't, '' she insisted, `` Do your duty ! ``

'' Very well, '' I said, `` Then I shall use you like a tart ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the familiar rush had started, my balls churned and my cum boiled from me.

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so dependable, do it, do it now, OOohhhhhhh ! '' she wailed and I started to cum.

She gasped and as I pumped her wax of my juices she held me tightly

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't imply it to chance ! ``

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care nothing for you, nothing ! ``

'' But, oh my, surely, surely that meant something to you ? '' she asked

'' naught, but I am grownup soft, suck in me, '' I ordered, `` It meant goose egg to me, you 're a prostitute so earn your tuppence and take up me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' Suck my appendage, suck it hard. '' I proposed.

'' It 's vile and gungy, '' she protested lemely.

'' London cocotte do n't object, '' I said, `` So suck ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her pilus and forced her head teacher into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't tear my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my member and began to lick the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your vertebral column, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first time so make yourself comfortable because this could ask some time. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I feel your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the whore now.

'' Of course you may my dear, '' I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an extra threepence for you if your very, very nice to me. ``

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulder and then with her script upon my back she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by cautionary, and even the thin out Jack London Rubber companionship sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

'' What 's you discover girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked disconnected, and then understood `` Lola sir, '' she said, `` I call myself Lola. ``

'' I shall ask for you particularly, '' I said, `` When I have need of a whore. ``

'' I thank you sir ! '' she agreed, and then asked, `` Can you cease sir, please, my dorsum is breaking. ``

I looked her in the eye and took the comb from her haircloth and threw it in a nook, and the ear gang, gently I extracted them and confuse them away.

'' I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my bawd, '' I said firmly.

'' But trick ! '' she protested.

'' You want the animation of a whore then have one, cooking cleansing and children for your day and on your back of an evening, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my friends, '' I said, `` What say you ? ``

'' Yes, '' she said, `` Shall I live in Leeds with you ? ``

'' Indeed for zip else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my guard duty pillow slip and the bit of ecstasy was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment and then I withdrew, took my jacket and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a hankie I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear hoop and was looking for the combing, `` pass on it ! '' I ordered, `` Come ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my weapon system clear of the basis, `` I 'll run you, '' I said and with a deal on her bare butt I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her back to the hideous Gothic architecture Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my master, '' Mrs Bridges my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this sporting lady fornicating in the village, have her washed and find her a dust coat would you. '' I asked.

'' But Madam ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not have naked bawd upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my study was abandon, I threw it against the wall in foiling and watched the brown shard glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the phone substitution would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the Rolls, I realised I had left my pass on my paper font at the whorehouse house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen range as Mrs bridge deck bathed her.

'' I have business in the village, '' I explained.

'' John please, do n't do anything foolish ! '' Clarissa warned.

'' As if you care ! '' I said, `` Whore ! ``

The Esther Morris car was there still, I went to start it but the assault and battery was perfectly and I had no breadbasket for cranking it with the handgrip but there inside was my paper typesetter's case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

fold yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slight form to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the axial rotation approach, `` I could n't line up you sir. '' he apologised.

'' Did you poke my wife ? '' I demanded, `` Or were you just my wife 's panderer ! ``

'' Chauffeur sir, cypher more sir, cipher less sir, Chauffeur sir. '' he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

'' Take me to the colliery, '' I ordered.

'' It 's tea prison term sir, '' he said.

'' tinker's dam it, I 'll drive ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and dispose his threshold wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an approximation of a Kangaroo 's pace a serial of off-white jarring saltation and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty eight, I swung the peal to a freeze, `` Have a expert laugh at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the former English of your heads come succeeding calendar month, '' I added, `` pit 's sold, James Mill 's sold and Estate 's sold, you wo n't let need of a fancy woman, you 'll take in need of a bed for to catch some Z's in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the pit to spread the news program then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery manager said, and he extended a hand, `` We appreciate your crusade sir, '' he said, `` No one could have done more, '' and at the Mill they were equally unsurprised.

I returned home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a simple dinner was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a snort tart.

'' My married woman and I shall dissociate, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the Amytal room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not part a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

'' What, tonight sir ? '' she asked.

'' This nighttime, have that trollop Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the written report, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass band playing but it was an fantasy, they had played their final stage when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to languish unused in the honcho office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the Moon I returned for my supper.

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire, '' I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the toilet next though in cold water, and dressed in my simple-minded night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, `` Come, '' I said and the threshold opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simpleton white shift and carrying a jug of strong milk.

'' Mrs bridgework sent me sir, '' she said, `` Will there be anything else sir begging your amnesty. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The trollop I sampled earlier ? ``

'' Oh yes sir, indeed sir, '' she said mimicking a servant, `` Did I give expiation sir. '' she asked.

'' Indeed, but my bed is frigid, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled subject the covert and slid in, `` Nakedly young woman, affectionate the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her chemise and lofted it over her head.

'' OOhhh sir ! '' she trilled and her hands were upon my nightshirt lifting and my appendage released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` make love me ! ``

I held her and swing onto the bed, slipping my understructure beneath the covers before pulling the cover over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck, `` John no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to strike off you as my own, '' I said as I left dear pungency on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her character raked my dorsum and nates with her fingerbreadth nails as I took my pleasure as great white cloud of ether seemingly plunge me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the freshness of a mountain falls and in the moistness and pleasure and relief as I held her so we slept.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the pall, `` Come back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to utter. ``

'' But I need to think, '' she said evasively.

'' ejaculate to bed Clarissa, '' I said, `` Please. ``

'' Clarissa, not Lola ? '' she asked.

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silk and satins and sonant yet unvoiced violation that make my whole being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Sami, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the anal sex of son hitherto while I remain undiminished. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase cyprian, I admit, but ma'am, girlfriend, never boys, never sodomy, how can you think that of me ? ``

'' So how can you spurn me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory conjugation of a Saturday, it can not be sufficient. ''

'' And relief, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

'' No I am quite sated, '' she said, `` Do you ? ``

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then spoil me sir, I can not balk, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

'' I shall do my tariff, '' she replied,

'' And for threepence will you pretend to love me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to enfold me in silks and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John, just accept me, take me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your duty sir, you have need of an successor ! ``

I took hold of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could cover her, my parts slid within her parts and our coupling was discharge and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` Fetch my wife Camilla. ``

'' Yes sir, she said, certainly sir. '' she said and when she returned she was dressed in her own long blank nightgown.

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I wo n't vary you know, I have cravings, '' she explained.

'' Cock ? '' I asked, she nodded.

'' pecker, '' she agreed, `` It builds up, you know ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the time ? ``

'' It builds up, '' she said again.

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a woman, every night, '' I looked into her eyes, she looked interested.

'' A cleaning woman ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' Whores, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never take an involvement and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the village very nearly and cuckolded and humiliated you, is that what you are saying ? '' she asked.

'' If you say so, '' I agreed.

'' It 's only occasionally, not every Night, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, sidereal day mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always thrifty. ``

'' I should drub you, but to be bonnie it 's a huge backup man, `` I said. `` I did n't know how to order you we are ruined but it does n't look so of import now. ``

'' And you 'll give up the tart now ? '' she asked.

'' When you are available to me, '' I said, `` And you, the workmen ? ``

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` meet me now John, I demand satisfaction. ``

'' You footling jade, '' I declared, and I took her by the berm and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .
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